Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 337: Mr. Er’s broken arm, the master’s body, and a diving dragon!
Bian Jing, Taofu Street.

At the end of the street, there is a five-story brick-and-wood structure with a gable roof, facing north and south. The sloping roof and the green tiles are stacked like scales, giving off a faint luster under the moonlight.

The first floor is six rooms wide and deep. The second floor is a large open room except for the stairwell, separated by bookcases. A "Diligent Learning Lake" is carved in front of the pavilion.

Among them, the gardens are generally built with the themes of "self-cultivation, poetry, calligraphy, etiquette, Yi, mathematics, riding, archery, and miscellaneous".

This place is the "Academy".

Just two plain words, without any decorative statement.

But it is a place respected by scholars all over the world.

The highest point of the academy is the Self-cultivation Building, which is also the place where the master began to teach and educate people.

It is only five stories high, so as to show respect to other buildings in the academy, even Taofu Street does not have any buildings higher than five stories.

at this time!

At the entrance of Xiushen Building.

Forty students stood, their bodies as straight as pine trees, their auras restrained and deep, all of them were people with profound cultivation, and when they gathered together, they formed an aura that was like "water spurting out of a silver bottle breaking", just like a coiled dragon ready to strike.

Da Qi is vast and martial arts are prosperous, but there are only dozens of people who have reached the ninth level of Xuandan. However, in the academy, he occupies twenty seats.

What is even more amazing is that the academy has half of the martial arts masters in the upper three realms. It is precisely because of this that the name of the academy has become so shocking that it has shocked the world.

At this moment, the forty people were all silent, staring at the entrance of the Xiushen Building, as if they were waiting for some important moment.

This self-cultivation building was once the residence of the master who taught and answered questions. Now it has become the residence of two or three gentlemen. It is the most sacred place in the academy.

"Sir, you are always punctual. Why are you late today?"

Someone asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt in his words.

"Perhaps the gentleman was delayed by something important."

Another person guessed, but there was also some surprise in his tone, the gentleman never overdue.

The middle-aged scholar in front, dressed in a green shirt and with an elegant face, looked back at everyone and said in a deep voice: "A gentleman does not speak, and does not say anything that is not polite. We just need to wait patiently."

Upon hearing this, several people bowed their heads and saluted with respectful expressions, and said no more words.

In the academy, respecting teachers is the first priority and courtesy must not be lost at any time.

Among these forty people, more than ten are disciples of the Third Master, or their second-generation disciples, and can be considered to be following the same lineage of knowledge.

Mr. Er lived a free and unrestrained life, traveling all over the world, and never accepted a disciple who could inherit his knowledge and skills.

Everyone continued to wait under the moonlight!

The fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Building, the legendary holy place where the Master usually cultivated himself, seemed exceptionally quiet at this moment.

The whole of Bianjing, and even the whole of Da Qi, was filled with awe and curiosity about this place. Even the more than ten generations of kings of Da Qi had never had the honor of climbing up to the fifth floor to explore.

Ever since the Master went to the East China Sea to search for immortals two hundred years ago and never returned, this fifth floor has become the place where the Second Master recuperates.

Mr. Er, the figure who is like a god in the academy, his illness has always been a mystery, and even inside the academy knows very little about it.

However, this legendary fifth floor is actually just an old, small attic.

The moonlight shines through the mottled window onto a slightly old desk, on which lies a sword broken into two pieces, seemingly telling the story of past glory and vicissitudes.

Behind the desk, a string of beaded curtains hang gently.

At the end of the bead curtain, there stood a middle-aged man with a blurred face. He was wearing a Confucian robe and was staring at the bead curtain quietly.

He said softly, "Second Brother, let's go to the Banquet of Flowers."

A violent coughing sound came from behind the bead curtain, as if all the internal organs were going to be coughed out.

Then, a low and hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Master An, be careful when you go there."

"Anshi" is the pen name of Mr. San, but few people in the academy know this.

"Wu Xin, I have long wanted you to leave the academy. I have been thinking about you for many years."

Su Jing, whose name is Xin.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "If you just want me to leave the academy, you don't have to go through so much trouble."

"He wants to know where the gentleman is and why..."

"Wu Xin's obsession is too strong. Even if he learns the corpse-reincarnation method from you, he can't escape the disaster..."

The coughing behind the beaded curtain became heavier, as if every breath was a huge drain on life.

After a long time, the sound was heard.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

The middle-aged man's face was full of worry, "Second Brother, your illness is getting worse."

As the night deepens, the Xiushen Building looks even more solemn under the moonlight.

After a long time!

Behind the curtain, the self-deprecating voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness and desolation: "I... now I look so shameful, I deserve to die. Ahem..."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man lowered his head with a gloomy look.

“This will all end,” he whispered.

"Second Brother, I'm leaving first!"

"Wait a moment!"

The middle-aged man had already turned around, then turned back to the side.

"Be careful in everything."

"I saved it!"

As the sound of light footsteps gradually faded away, the fifth floor returned to silence again.

The curtain was slowly opened by a skinny hand, revealing the true appearance inside.

There were two low white beds in the room. The owner of this skinny hand was lying on the bed outside. He was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a thin body. He was shirtless, his ribs were as thin as skin and bones, his right arm was broken, and only one hand was left.

This hand is densely covered with eyes, and the eyeballs keep moving.

He raised his head slightly, revealing a face, but this face was as white as powder, with only a mouth left, without any facial features!
This face looks extremely strange and makes people shudder.

However, what was even more surprising was that when the middle-aged man slowly stood up, his back was exposed.

On the back, there was actually an old man's face! This face looked more real, as if the voice just now came from there.

He walked to the desk under the moonlight and stroked the broken sword on it.

There was a piece of paper on the desk with a few words written on it. Although the writing was crooked, it was still barely recognizable: "Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, carrying books and swords, the road is endless."

"In the end, the book and the sword were lost."

The moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling in the compartment on the fifth floor.

There is another bed behind the curtain.

Lying on the bed was a tall old man in a Confucian robe, also missing an arm, but the difference was that the arm looked like it had been bitten off by some animal.

The teeth marks were densely packed.

The old man had a ruddy complexion and a kind look, but he looked lifeless.

It turned out to be a corpse!
If someone from the academy were here, they would be able to recognize the old man at a glance.

Because his face looked exactly like the portrait of the Master that had been hanging in the central hall of the academy.

The middle-aged man suddenly had a violent cough coming from his back and his body shook violently.

He staggered to the white bed where the tall old man was lying behind the curtain.

He held one arm tremblingly, with only a mouth left on his face, and slowly moved closer.

The face behind showed pain, satisfaction, and a look of struggle.

A creepy chewing sound was heard on the fifth floor.

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Banquet of flowers.

The place was already bustling with activity, and the water conservancy projects on both sides of the river were already crowded with the people of Bian Jing, all eagerly waiting.

Just waiting for the Oiran to perform on stage.

Bring the excitement of the banquet to its climax.

The square stage is directly opposite the "Yaoxian Tower".

By this time, it was already late.

People from the nine major surnames have already ascended the building one after another. The building is four stories high, which means it is not higher than the academy.

Xie Hong supported Old Lady Xie and slowly walked towards Yaoxian Tower, with Madam Zhao, the mistress of the Second Courtyard, beside him.

Behind him are Madam Yuan and Madam Zhuge from the compound.

Old Lady Xie looked very happy.

Mrs. Zhao also followed closely beside Xie Hong, her face full of joy and radiance.

Mrs. Yuan looked at Mrs. Zhao from the Second Hospital walking in front of her with a bad look on her face.

Mrs. Zhuge looked normal.

What's strange is!

There were two more people behind them, one of whom was a woman wearing a hat and veil who followed Xie Hong into the mansion.

There was also a man wrapped in a black robe and wearing a hood.

Not any of the Xie family’s descendants.

Although Old Lady Xie and others were still doubtful.

However, this was Xie Hong's arrangement, so naturally no one objected.

The Xie family and their group arrived at the banquet.

Along the way, many people bowed to Xie Hong when they saw him, but Xie Hong just nodded slightly.

When Mrs. Zhao saw this, she felt proud.

Arrived at the entrance of Yaoxian Tower.

The maid downstairs hurried out to greet her.

Xie Hong stopped and said to Old Lady Xie.

"Mother, please go straight up to the second floor."

"Chongshan has some things to take care of, so he'll meet up with some old friends and will be there soon."

There are four floors in Yaoxian Building, and each floor has its own specific symbol of nobility and status.

The fourth floor is the most prestigious, and is specially reserved for Prime Minister Su and the three gentlemen of Today's Academy.

The third floor was designed for senior officials from the academy and the court, as well as the people in charge of the nine major surnames.

The second floor is an exclusive floor for the nine major surnames, royal family members, and concubines in the harem.

The first floor is where court officials and their families gather.

If you want to reach higher levels, you need a higher level invitation.

Strict hierarchy!

Xie Hong looked at Madam Zhao again and said, "Madam, please help support mother."

Mrs. Zhao's face was filled with joy and she said, "Master, please rest assured."

Old Lady Xie smiled and said, "Chongshan, you haven't been to the court for many years. The court has changed a lot. Most of your old friends have been promoted. Several of your disciples have become high-ranking officials. They come to the palace to give gifts every year. Keep in touch with them and don't let them down."

"It would be good to go and meet him. If you ever want to return from Qingliang Temple to serve as an official, there will be people who would recommend you."

Old Lady Xie touched her youngest son's hand and said, "You know your brother's personality. He doesn't like dealing with those Confucian scholars in the court. No one in the family can have a say in the court."

At this point, Old Lady Xie couldn't help but sigh: "It's already the end of the year, but the imperial decree has not yet been issued, and Ling'er is still guarding the border and can't go home for a reunion."

"Go ahead, go ahead, just go and meet your old friend without worry, mother can go upstairs by herself, it won't be a problem."

Now Xie Ling has not received the order from the court to return to the capital, and is still guarding the border.

Old Madam Xie was always worried about Xie Ling.

As parents, how can we not consider our children and grandchildren?

Xie Hong said slowly: "I will pay attention to your brother's affairs."

Mrs. Yuan's face improved and she said quickly:

"I'll have to trouble Chongshan for this matter."

If Xie Hong was willing to help, this matter would be much easier.

Xie Hong nodded and stayed at the door of Yaoxian Tower.

The woman in the white veil and the man in the black robe also stopped following Xie Hong.

Lu Hua watched Old Lady Xie and her group walk into the "Yaoxian Tower" and looked at the plaque above.

Lu Hua couldn't help but laugh and said, "Inviting Immortals to the Invitation House, it really looks like this!"

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Xie Hong led the two of them to the nearby Qimochunfang, where a private room on the third floor had been prepared long ago.

Three people entered the private room!
Xie Hong opened the window.

The Banquet of Flowers was set up on the flood control bridge so that people on both sides of the river could see it.

The Banquet of Flowers was set up on the bridge across the water control area. People from both sides of the river stopped to watch, creating a very lively atmosphere.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the sparkling water. The men on the flower boats beat drums to add to the fun, and the singers sang melodiously, bringing the festive atmosphere to a climax.

There were endless cheers from both sides of the strait.

The most eye-catching is the "Yaoxian Tower" which is brightly lit and crowded with people.

Xie Hong's gaze lingered on the Yaoxian Tower for a moment, and then he said calmly:

"Su Jing has already entered the Yaoxian Tower. However, the people from the academy haven't arrived yet."

Lu Hua's face became more solemn. She whispered, "In a place like Bianjing, Daqi, assassinating a scholar from the academy does sound a bit risky."

At this time, the man in black robe had taken off his hood in the private room, revealing a face covered with scales, two big bumps on the left and right sides of his forehead, no eyebrows, and a fierce aura revealed in his golden vertical pupils, as if a demon had descended.

He slowly squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Kill...Kill him, he deserves...to die!"

The sound was awkward, like two millstones pushing against each other, revealing the anger he felt within.

Xie Hong turned around and said, "The people from the Demon Slayer Division and Shenyin have arrived today, and they are on high alert."

"However, the people in the academy are what I am most worried about. It depends on how Su Jing can get rid of these teachers in the academy."

"Until the feast is over, Master Lu and Long Yi, thank you for waiting again."

Lu Hua did not comment. This was something they had already decided on.

The man in black robe also nodded.

Xie Hong didn't stay long. He just said a few words and went downstairs.

Only Lu Hua and the man in black robe were left in the private room.

Lu Hua yawned, dragged a chair over and leaned against the window, looking at the scenery of water conservancy.

The black-robed man named Long Yi seemed to be in deep thought, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Long Yi said in a hoarse voice: "I... will go out... and come back."

Lu Hua waved his hand indifferently.

"Go ahead. A man and a woman are alone in a room. Although I am a Taoist priest, you are not a human being."

"Don't let anyone target you or implicate me. It's better for me to die than for my friends to die."

Long Yi said: "Go...water."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, he went downstairs, lowered his head, followed the crowd to the flood control shore, and dived into the water.

He secretly tracked a stream of energy, and when he was in Xie Mansion, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the aura of the young man from the Xie family.

This lord of the Zehu demon has a different feeling.

Just eat that young man.

You can transform yourself into a dragon and ascend to heaven.

In the past few days, Long Yi had been quietly paying attention to the young man, but with Xie Hong by his side, he never had a chance.

Now the opportunity has come!

Long Yi was swimming under the water. Thinking of this, he felt hot all over and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

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A lady on the flower boat was looking at the water, seeing the waves rolling, and she was horrified and exclaimed: "Is there something in the water?"

"Big snake?"

(End of this chapter)